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It had a week since Bonnie's visit, and Damon didn't hear any more updates from her. During that week Damon made sure to keep Elena as safe as possible however he took good care of her, providing her with all the necessary human needs. That being said, he was neglecting his own needs as it had been so long since he killed for blood, or rob the blood bank for that matter.

"Elena," Damon was saying in the morning, "I think I know of a powerful witch that can help us. Her name is Bree, she owes me,"Damon grinned and Elena rolled her eyes.

"Is there a witch on planet earth who doesn't owe you?" Elena grinned.

"Not much," Damon chuckled softly. "But Bree sure does. She owns a bar in Georgia, and she is very powerful."

"Georgia? That's like eight hours away," Elena sighed, "Not that I didn't travel that much by foot. But what I meant is that it's a bit of a short-notice. Are you sure it's okay by you?"

"I'm a vampire, princess, nothing is a problem,"Damon smirked back. "And I think you need a new wardrobe."

Elena blushed. Due with the week stress, she barely noticed that she didn't have many outfits to choose from except those few that Damon compelled Andie to bring.

"Just finish your coffee and we'll go."

After about thirty minutes Elena was in Damon's blue Camaro.

"Wow. Didn't know you drive," She admitted shyly.

"I may be old, Elena, but I adapted to modern-day society."

"Yeah…of course you did."

Damon turned the radio on, picking the rock station. A heavy metal song was playing and Elena squeaked with excitement.

"What is this shit?" Damon said, disgusted.

"Hey, Black Veil Brides aren't shit," Elena protested, shooting a cold look at Damon who threw his hands up in mock surrender.

"I was always on the run, but I also adapted to modern day society," Elena then sighed. "What hurt was that I had to be careful. I sometimes made friends, but I was always afraid that they'll get killed because of me."

Damon turned the music down a bit. "I'm so sorry for everything you had to go through, Elena."

"Thank you…for everything." The brunette squeezed his hand, and although he was surprised by that gesture, he stroked her fingers lightly, before bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it.

Damon held her gaze for a while and Elena felt the heat rising up her cheeks. Damn him, she thought, why did he have to make her feel this way?

He then pulled over to Walmart, and he put a card in her hand. "Here. Pick anything you want."

Elena eyed the card like she was mesmerized by it. God knew how many times she prayed that she had a dollar for food. Now, Damon was giving her his card to buy anything she liked.

She walked to the mall and after locking the doors, Damon followed her. She entered a shop that seemed to have a great variety of clothing suitable and she immediately went to the section of jeans and simple tank tops.

"Damon, are you sure about me getting these?" Elena said worried after she glanced at the price tags.

"You worry too much," He shrugged, "Go on. Buy anything you like."

He left her side to make her comfortable and Elena grabbed a dark red colour tank top which she had spotted from outside the shop.

She tried them all on until she noticed a dark purple dress that she didn't recall bringing in to the dressing room. It was one of the most beautiful outfits that she had ever seen. She hesitated slightly before putting it on, but when she did she found out that that dress looked like it was made for her.

"Elena?" A voice asked. "May I come in?"

She called out a shy yes and Damon slowly entered the dressing room, looking at their reflection in the mirror. "I knew it was made for you," He whispered, stroking her hair softly. "You look beautiful."

Elena turned to face him, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Her back pressed to the mirror and he was standing close now, so close that there was barely space for any of them to move.

"Thank you…" She said, doing her best not to take her gaze off his piercing blue eyes, but failed greatly. His lips were slowly inviting her in, and at that moment all she wanted to do was kiss him. He was staring at her lips too, and for a second he was leaning in. But before his lips could brush against hers, he withdrew.

"I…I'll wait for you outside," he choked out, leaving a frozen Elena behind.

Damon sat down on the couch there was in the shop, frustrated. God, how much he wanted to kiss her. But he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. He didn't want to scare her or make her think that he wanted to take advantage of her. He didn't want to lose her.

Yet again, she seemed like she wanted him to kiss her. Damon closed his eyes in frustration. No, he finally decided. She was fourteen years old. He couldn't.

He was interrupted by a light touch on his shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw Elena, looking beautiful as always, smiling at him shyly.

He forced a smile back. "Ready to go?"

"Yes, I am."

He paid for her clothes and other necessities and in a few minutes they were in the car.

"Oh, I got this for you," Damon said, giving Elena a small brown box. She opened it and found a brand new phone.

"That way you can contact me whenever you want," He explained, "It's ready to use."."

"Oh my God," Elena cried out, "You're doing so much for me. How can I ever repay you?"

He smiled back at her but simply said, "I'm glad you like it."

She removed her seatbelt and once again she planted a small kiss on his cheek.

Late in the afternoon Damon bought Elena a beef burger and fries and went to the nearest blood bank to stock his blood bags in the trunk. He knew he had to take care of himself better.

When they finally arrived at Bree's bar, Elena suddenly remembered that they had forgotten something very important.

"Damon, will she let me in her bar?"

"Of course she will," Damon stated like it was the most obvious thing on planet Earth.

She followed him into the bar. It was a normal-looking bar, a medium sized one with lots of alcoholic beverages to choose from.

"Damon," The African-American girl greeted with a smile, but he knew that she hated to see him.

"I'm here to collect, remember?" Damon teased, sitting sloppily on the stool and tapping the one next to him so that Elena could join.

"God. How old is she?"

"I'm…"

"She is fourteen, and she is with me, Bree," Damon said, interrupting Elena.

"Oh. Hello there," Bree said lightly. "Damon, the usual?"

She didn't wait for an answer, though, because she had already poured him a glass of pure scotch.

"Water for the girl?" Damon teased.

"Oh please, I bet I can drink more than you do," Elena pouted. "How about a beer, at least?"

Bree brought Elena a beer, and Damon commented, "Ah. Teens today and their underage drinking. Tragic."

"I explained to you on the phone the situation I'm having," Damon said a few minutes later. "We need your help."

The bar was closed now, and Bree said, "Well, I think I can help." She eyed Elena's neck. "That necklace is what was blocking the Bennett witch's magic."

"Wait, I thought that it makes you gain power, not block it…"

"Yes. It makes you gain power, especially if you have all four. But it is also a mean of protection. The vampires had stolen those necklaces from us many years ago. Where did you get the one that you are wearing, my child?"

"We don't have to get through with that now, Bree," Damon warned. "We just want you to perform the memory spell to help Elena remember what happened that night."

Bree sighed. "Fine then. Take off your necklace."

Elena complied, giving the necklace to Damon who caught it but winced. Turned out the necklace was so protective of Elena that it was burning everyone touching it. He wrapped it up with a glove.

Bree started her chanting and Elena closed her eyes, eager for her memories to come back to her. After a few minutes of Latin, Bree stopped with her spell.

"It's not working. I'm not feeling any response. You have to focus."

More chanting.

"I can't," Bree breathed. "I'm blocked. I can't do anything more for you, I'm sorry…"

Damon noticed that Bree had turned pale, as if she had seen something traumatizing.

"I'm sorry," She ." repeated again.

"It's okay," Elena encouraged, "Thank you so much for trying."

"You're welcome, dear."

They were all throwing glances at each other. The tension between them was huge.

It was Elena that broke the silence with a very forced laugh. "Shots, anyone?"

It hurt him that he couldn't help her. It hurt him that she had to live a mystery for her entire life. But the situation was out of his hands, he couldn't do anything more about it. Now he was carrying a half-drunk Elena out of Bree's bar and into a five star hotel nearby. He carried her to the room, taking off her shoes and placing her under the warm covers.

She was asleep now, sometimes muttering something in her semi sleep state.

He climbed in into the other bed that was close to hers, and as he laid down on the bed he saw a purple bruise in her arm. He immediately blurred next to her and fury built up inside of him as he exposed her upper shoulder and a part of her back. His breath caught in his throat as he saw small dots of blood and cut-marks in her back.

He didn't know what to do. She clearly wasn't in pain as she was peacefully asleep, but he couldn't stop thinking about those marks. She was safe with him, there were no monsters hitting her or abusing her. Then how did she get those marks?

He knew he had to ask her.

The next morning Damon brought Elena a cup of coffee and a strawberry muffin for breakfast. She took a bite of it but before anyone could react she ran into the bathroom, vomiting harshly even though she didn't even have anything to eat.

"Oh God, Elena are you okay?"

"H-hurts," Elena cried, "Help me! Please help me…" She then exposed her bloody wrists, her face paling when she saw that much blood.

Then darkness overwhelmed her, and Damon caught her before her head banged against the floor.

"Elena! Wake up, Elena! Elena!" Damon was screaming loudly now, shaking the girl in his arms.

He picked up her hand, but his body froze when he found that she had no pulse.

It had been a while since Bree shed a tear, but she couldn't erase the images of her mind of the night before. As a witch, she felt how much Damon cared for the girl. The truth would've killed him, not to mention that she had to pay a price herself if she spilled anything. But the truth…The truth was too much. Too much pain…

No, she was not going to be the one who tells him.

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